Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

Chapter 32: and for once, you let go

chapter title from You Are In Love by Taylor Swift

Hello lovely people!! I hope you all had a good week (I sure did).
Sorry there was no chapter last week, I was having the time of my life at my Louis show (it was incredible don't get me started). And school started back this wee so there might be a delay in chapters sometimes but I promise I'll try my best!
Enjoy!

"Pay up, that's nine hundred dollars." Harry holds out his hand with Niall smirking beside him.

Louis scoffs, "You're overcharging us, that's ridiculous."

Harry gestures to the monopoly board, showing off the three green houses stacked upon Oxford Street. "Those looks like houses to me," he thinks, tapping a finger to his chin.

I gather the money, "Go on, take your cash and leave us alone."

Louis glares as the money changes hands like someone took it out of his bank account. Harry smiles smugly, adding it to the clean stacks of cash building up around him and Niall. Mine and Louis' look like it was dragged out of the dumpster at 2 am, the few notes that are left strewn about with no care.

The game continues with Harry and Niall basking in their fortune, waving it in our faces (literally). All the while our money dwindles to a pathetic number of notes. Our sad excuse of an empire crumbles when we land on Mayfair, (which is topped with hotels, a completely unfair move if you ask me). Harry and Niall jump up, high-fiving each other. Harry picks Niall up by the waist, twirling him around in the air and cheering as loud as he can.

I roll my eyes, playing offended. However, I don't think I've done it very well if the knowing look that Louis and I share is any sign. They scurry off deep into the house somewhere, leaving the two of us to clean up the board. When Louis slips the box away, I go upstairs to find Niall.

I find him rummaging through the makeshift dressers, looking for something. What he's looking for, I don't know, "What are you doing?"

He tilts his head to smile at me, "I'm looking for those really comfy socks, the blue ones."

I grin, grabbing the said blue socks from the bedside table. "These ones?" I ask, waving them at him.

He rolls his eyes, moving to snatch them from me. I hold them away from him, "Gotta pay for them."

He pouts but grabs my neck, nonetheless. What was meant to be a quick peck turns into something erotic when he shoves his tongue into my mouth. He presses his body close to mine, radiating heat like a furnace. My back hits the wall with a thud. I push against him, moving to flip us but he stands his ground. His lips carve a path down my neck, only stopping to suck a mark near my collarbone. I can't do anything but clamp my hands on his arms while wave after wave of pleasure wracks through my body. A groan escapes my lips, "what's the occasion, darling?"

When he meets my eyes, his pupils are blown to every extent, "wanna fuck you."

I take a sharp inhale, staring him down, "are you sure?"

He smirks, nodding slowly.

"Alright," I agree, bringing my hands to his hips (one of my favourite places).

He lights up, his smirk forming into a beaming grin for a split second before he lunges at me. His lips are bruising against mine, attacking me at an unfathomable pace. He pulls me off the wall by my waist, guiding me over to the bed. I get pushed back onto the plush mattress while Niall rids his shirt (this could be the hottest moment of my entire life). He crawls over my body, placing his arms on either side of my head.

Something inside me ignites.

It's like someone who's been looking for that one stuffed animal for years found it long after the prolonged grief has ended. I like him above me. I like not being in control. Shit.

Before long, we're stripped down to nothing. Niall squeezes lube onto his fingers, lowering them down between my legs. A finger grazes my hole, making me shudder. He looks at me and I nod back at him with no hesitation. He slips one finger in, watching my face intently. It's not unpleasant, but it's not exactly pleasurable either. It kind of feels like someone's got their finger in your ass. Funny that.

He slips another finger in, waiting for me to adjust again. When I do, he curls them up, and oh. My back arches off the bed, a series of groans passing my lips. I get it now. When he slips his fingers out, I whine at the loss. Yet the thought of him inside me has me salivating.

He leans down to press his lips to mine in a slow kiss. "Are you sure?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine.

I smile, "yeah, I'm sure."

He nods against me, leaning down and lining himself up like I've done with him so many times. When he pushes in, the stretch is enough to make me hiss in discomfort. He pauses, stroking a thumb to my cheek to bring me back down to earth. I squeeze his arm and he pushes in further. The stretch feels somewhat uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant.

I give him the okay to move. He pulls out, pushing back in harshly. A stab of pleasure bursts its way through my bloodstream. He builds up a steady pace while I writhe underneath him. If I'm like this with basic all missionary sex how the hell does he get through half the shit I put him through? He makes a sharp jab at my prostate, causing a loud whine to break from my throat.

My hand clamps around his arm while he assaults my neck. "Oh, fuck." I murmur when he wraps a hand around my length. My head falls back onto the mattress. The heat in my gut is coiling faster than ever, and I'm going to come embarrassingly quick. With a few more tugs I'm spilling over our bodies while Niall collapses against me. The room is silent apart from our laboured breathing.

He rolls over next to me while I grab one of our shirts off the floor and wipe myself off. I turn back to Niall who's got a small smile sporting his face. He's got that beautiful post-sex glow that I love.

I pull him closer by the arm and he snuggles into my side, "Was that okay?" he whispers, slight trepidation in his voice.

I push a kiss into his hair, "I loved it."

I can feel his smile against my chest, only making me grin wider. I feel when his breathing evens out, the small puffs of air beating against my chest. I follow suit not long after.